Chapter 21: Lost But Found

Archer

Getting drunk after being jilted was a good idea this afternoon. When the taxi driver drops me at the hotel later that night, with my head spinning, I can’t remember why it was a good idea in the first place.

I stagger to the hotel door and open it. It’s late in the night, and the reception is almost empty.

I’m walking to the elevator when I almost fall down.

I close my eyes to orient myself, and when I open them, I see black heels stopping in front of me.

I raise my head and follow those black heels to the face of the wearer. A petite woman with a slender frame, black hair, and black eyes. She’s wearing a smile and looks so familiar. But for the life of me, I can’t remember where I’ve met her before. My drunk ass was too tired to stress my brain.

“Hello, Archer,” she says.

“Do I know you?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Surely you must have seen pictures of me while growing up?” She asks, sounding surprised.

“Why would I? Are you a famous person?” I retort.

“No. I’m your mother.”